Of Time, Chances and Enemies...

So many questions, so little time…

But I’d like to stress out here: Bipolar emotions – or at least, emotions to the extremes like wrath, sadness and happiness are all so short-lived. I have particularly tried to sift that philosophy into my head for the past days but every time I try to, something in me tells me that that is true, only with a few “loopholes”. The prolonged “happiness” you feel isn’t “happiness”, it’s actually joy. It’s like comparing “weather” to “climate”. And when you feel that prolonged anger/wrath, it’s not entirely “wrath” because what you feel is resentment – unless otherwise you feel repose. And sadness isn’t sadness; you feel dissatisfaction and discontentment.

That is, based on my many personal experiences regarding those matters.

It actually took me weeks to figure that out, you know. How pathetic…

…and now I’m losing time. It makes me wonder if I still have the chance to apply what I have learned from the past year 2007 because it seems like even though 2008 has just started, I am losing time. I guess you know what I mean – I’m losing time to improve because the school year is ending in two months and I wouldn’t know what to do if the time comes and I get cut – because I will get cut. It wouldn’t be a matter of pride or fame – no honors and all that. They mean NOTHING to me when compared to the self-esteem I have established just by being with those people, and of course – the best part is the love.

But that’s not the topic I wanna stress out.

I start to wonder if there’s such a thing as “too late”. And yes, there is – but only if you can’t stop it. There it was. I made the mistake of making things reach to a level one too late. Just too late, you know…

And now, I’m not even sure…because “now” is the only time I’ve tried.

My chances are withering away with time. My chances LEFT me ages ago. Now, I’m in the fray.

Time has always been my greatest enemy you know.

But lately, I proved that the only way you can defeat an enemy is to make it your friend…

…the problem is, would time befriend me?